I have a short story which is located here:

http://amzn.to/2bLn29q

its well worth the price of a cup of soda.



Musically Slaughtered

 
In the face of death.
Knowing it is eminent.
Downed by floods of ocean
Contaminated by disease
Knowing its all over.
 
Representing the art as ones final words.
Signaling a retreat when the town been invaded.
Playing in the back ground as people are killed.
Are the true real musicians.
 
Buried alive to play for the recently diseased. 
Playing to know one but to hear yourself speak.
Knowing there is nothing else that can be done.
No record that can last. 
Just sound waves of the moment.



- Professor preston




other work FREE (each link is different)


http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/imortalone/1814240/

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/imortalone/1814240/

http://bit.ly/2ceQi8F  

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/248301-fine-intestines/



My youtube page

https://www.youtube.com/user/imortalones